My first poem was called Winter's
Ward. This one was actually the easiest one for me. It was kind of
weird, I was sitting and I couldn't think of anything to write about and then
all of a sudden the idea popped up in my head. Out of nowhere. I can't even
remember what I was thinking about before I thought of it. A poem about someone
describing a scene that resembles a cold winter but really, this person is in a
straight-jacket in one of those white padded rooms. I wasn't actually sure if
those kinds of rooms existed or if they still use straight-jackets but it seemed
like something I had seen in a movie. I decided to write it as a sonnet because
I find it's much easier to write a poem if there's a specific structure to
follow. I actually think I did quite well on this poem. I like to think that
I'm pretty good at counting to ten, so it wasn't too hard to keep all of my
syllables within limit. Although, I do think that when I was writing it I
should have been thinking about the meter, as the Iambic Pentameter doesn't
actually work for the whole poem. I think this poem came as a pleasant
surprise, because the rest of my poems did not come as easily.
My next poems were a set of three
Haiku's. I'm not going to lie, I really had no idea what I was doing with these
ones. I didn't want to waste more time than I already had, spending hours
thinking of a really good idea so I would just go along with the first thing
that came to mind, in hopes that I could somehow turn them in to something. The
titles are: Katrina, Chicken Eat Chicken, and Blindfolds. Again,
I think I got the structure of the haiku pretty well. However, I still didn't
pay enough attention to a metre. Having written these poems, I was really
just hoping that anyone who read it would kind of just make their own
interpretation. Like, "Oh, is this about hurricane Katrina?" or
"Is he a chicken?" things like that. For anyone who ever reads them
under the impression that they are supposed to be linked together, I apologize
in advance. They really aren't that meaningful. But hey, at least it made you
think.
Oh, the dreaded Character poem.
This is the poem I spent the longest on. It is also my very least favourite
poem out of the entire collection. I dislike it more than the Haiku's that I
don't even understand. It wasn't writing it that took a long time, it was
choosing a character and figuring out what a character poem even was. For some
reason, I just really had a hard time wrapping my head around how to write this
poem. I started with Baby Bear from Goldilocks and the Three Bears, to one of
Cinderella's stepsisters and then after a whole night of trying to figure this
out, I ended up choosing Arista; some random sister of Ariel's from The Little
Mermaid that nobody even knows. I think it was that with the character poem, it
doesn't have a structure, or specific amount of syllables for me to follow. As
I was writing this "Arista" poem, it didn't even feel
like I was writing a poem. It really just felt like I was some jealous sister
ranting in my journal. I think the reason I struggled with this poem so much
was because I just really didn't like what I was writing. So basically, there
really isn't anything about this poem that stands out to me. I did notice that
used parallelism for three lines and short sentences but other than that, I'm
just glad that I didn't end with that poem.
My final poem of the collection was a Sound poem. I chose the title Running
Out. Probably because I was literally running out of time with this
poetry collection, but also because everyone knows that I generally have a
little thing with time. So for this poem, since I was aiming for sound and
there's no specific syllable count, I wrote the lines saying them out loud. As
far as rhyme, it followed an a,b,a,b rhyme scheme except for the first
stanza.
In the end, I of course wasn't completely satisfied with the poems I had formed
into a collection. Like everything else I've written in this course. However, I
am impressed with that weird metaphor thing that I came up with, with the cold
winter representing the insane asylum. So there's that.
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